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| I want Mad-Eye Moody's eye. |
Sunday, March 27, 2011
call me a safe bet, I'm betting I'm not
you demand my respect
demand my compliance
but how do you expect me to show an ounce of respect when you don't even respect yourself?
all you do is create simple traps for yourself and leave us to find the key to your freedom,
wading in the flood, tracing the steps, your steps, that all lead back to you
while all others suffocate in your self-pity.
hold your head up high.
marvel at the lights of the universe but don't waste time counting each significant speck.
find your madness and misery and face them in the darkest hour
respect you,
then demand mine
demand my compliance
but how do you expect me to show an ounce of respect when you don't even respect yourself?
all you do is create simple traps for yourself and leave us to find the key to your freedom,
wading in the flood, tracing the steps, your steps, that all lead back to you
while all others suffocate in your self-pity.
hold your head up high.
marvel at the lights of the universe but don't waste time counting each significant speck.
find your madness and misery and face them in the darkest hour
respect you,
then demand mine
Saturday, March 26, 2011
simplex
Under my skin
swimming among my heartbeats,
just dwelling beneath the surface waiting for the perfect timing.
With you, I'm disgraceful.
You're my stigma.
Walking around malls and empty streets
are option I cannot choose.
Getting rid of you?
I cannot.
Tied with you forever, my personal cross to bear.
You're the one thing I keep hidden,
until now.
To walk among everbody else and pretend I am without you is to pretend I am not me.
Good morning world,
meet my cross.
The days of hiding are gone.
Meet my monster, we work together.
He reminds me from time to time, he still remains,
just lay low.
I can contain you and you can remind me of being alive.
swimming among my heartbeats,
just dwelling beneath the surface waiting for the perfect timing.
With you, I'm disgraceful.
You're my stigma.
Walking around malls and empty streets
are option I cannot choose.
Getting rid of you?
I cannot.
Tied with you forever, my personal cross to bear.
You're the one thing I keep hidden,
until now.
To walk among everbody else and pretend I am without you is to pretend I am not me.
Good morning world,
meet my cross.
The days of hiding are gone.
Meet my monster, we work together.
He reminds me from time to time, he still remains,
just lay low.
I can contain you and you can remind me of being alive.
Friday, March 25, 2011
Scrubs
And that's why we distance ourselves. That's why we make jokes. We don't do it because it's fun, we do it so we can get by.
-Dr. Cox
Thursday, March 24, 2011
folly of men
You know that moment when everything is going great? Like everything just feels fine. You've just come out of this storm and you look forward and see a beautiful sky and land?
Picture riding a rollercoaster. You're with friends and there's lightening and some how Godzilla actually exists and he's running amok in the amusement park.
You're going up, ziggzagging, just enjoying this rollercoaster so much, then you remember that Godzilla is around. Just passed a crazy loop-de-looop and you're going up again. You know Godzilla and the lightening has been causing a bunch of problems in the amusement park so as you're going up you're hoping to whatever you believe or don't believe that Godzilla & the psycho lightening hasn't destroyed the track ahead. You're going up...heartbeat starts pounding faster...faster...and the rollercoaster goes slower and slower....up...up....
Then you realize Godzilla destroyed the track.
You know that feeling?
Well that just happened to me.
Picture riding a rollercoaster. You're with friends and there's lightening and some how Godzilla actually exists and he's running amok in the amusement park.
You're going up, ziggzagging, just enjoying this rollercoaster so much, then you remember that Godzilla is around. Just passed a crazy loop-de-looop and you're going up again. You know Godzilla and the lightening has been causing a bunch of problems in the amusement park so as you're going up you're hoping to whatever you believe or don't believe that Godzilla & the psycho lightening hasn't destroyed the track ahead. You're going up...heartbeat starts pounding faster...faster...and the rollercoaster goes slower and slower....up...up....
Then you realize Godzilla destroyed the track.
You know that feeling?
Well that just happened to me.
Wednesday, March 23, 2011
The Pieces
Let's just hold hands.
No words, just hand holding.
Your words are distracting and your thoughts, suffocating.
I love pieces of you.
Holding your hand and just laying here is one of them,
God and your jokes are not.
I cherish these pieces.
They are not beautiful nor amazing
They're just wholesome.
I love them but not you.
I love the idea of loving you,
But it's just an idea...
That's all.
No words, just hand holding.
Your words are distracting and your thoughts, suffocating.
I love pieces of you.
Holding your hand and just laying here is one of them,
God and your jokes are not.
I cherish these pieces.
They are not beautiful nor amazing
They're just wholesome.
I love them but not you.
I love the idea of loving you,
But it's just an idea...
That's all.
Monday, March 21, 2011
Stop trying to save me.
I don't need you to "save" me. Don't throw your religion and beliefs at me. I read the Bible and for that very reason I don't believe.
I watch the news. I talk to people. To believe in a being that allows for all this hate to exist and love and misery, well I'm sorry I can't believe in that.
I'm glad that "God" and Christianity is making you happy but don't shove it down my throat. I don't believe. Let me "burn".
Stop trying to save me.
I don't need you to "save" me. Don't throw your religion and beliefs at me. I read the Bible and for that very reason I don't believe.
I watch the news. I talk to people. To believe in a being that allows for all this hate to exist and love and misery, well I'm sorry I can't believe in that.
I'm glad that "God" and Christianity is making you happy but don't shove it down my throat. I don't believe. Let me "burn".
Stop trying to save me.
Sunday, March 20, 2011
E.T
fag
faggot
fag[get]
as in get out of here.
get down to my wavelength,
foreigners aren't wanted you faggot.
convert already.
hetero not homo.
quit the sucking and start slurping.
vags not fags.
learn, this world is not for you.
faaaaagot!
stop being gay!
queer same sex motherfucker,
leave.
that's not love, that's nothing.
my eyes are a tunnel and you clearly are not within it.
i mold and your body isn't malleable enough
your blues and pinks don't mix well
keep your colors over there.
better yet just leave.
faggot
fag[get]
as in get out of here.
get down to my wavelength,
foreigners aren't wanted you faggot.
convert already.
hetero not homo.
quit the sucking and start slurping.
vags not fags.
learn, this world is not for you.
faaaaagot!
stop being gay!
queer same sex motherfucker,
leave.
that's not love, that's nothing.
my eyes are a tunnel and you clearly are not within it.
i mold and your body isn't malleable enough
your blues and pinks don't mix well
keep your colors over there.
better yet just leave.
Saturday, March 19, 2011
no whistle for the choir here
My brother was trying to teach me how to whistle and we concluded that my lips are defected.
-_-
-_-
favorite scene in Book 3
"You're free," said Harry.
"Yes...,"said Black, "But I'm also-I don't know if anyone ever told you-I'm your godfather."
"Yeah, I knew that,"said Harry.
"Well...your parents appointed me your guardian," said Black stiffly. "If anything happened to them..."
Harry waited. Did Black mean what he thought he meant?
"I'll understand, of course, if you want to sty with your aunt and uncle," said Black. "But...well... think about it. Once my name's cleared...if you wanted a...a different home..."
Some sort of explosion took place in the pit of Harry's stomach.
"What-live with you?" he said, accidentally cracking his head on a bit of rock protruding from the ceiling. "Leave the Dursleys?"
"Of course, I thought you wouldn't want to," said Black quickly. 'I understand, I just thought I'd-"
"Are you insane?" said Harry, his voice easily as croaky as Black's.
"Of course I want to leave the Dursleys! Have you got a house? When can I move in?"
Black turned around to look at him; Snape's head was scraping the cieling but Black didn't seem to care.
"You want to?" he said. "You mean it?"
"Yeah, I mean it!" said Harry.
Black's gaunt face broke into the first true smile Harry had seen upon it. The difference it made was startling, as thought a person ten years younger was smiling through the starved mask; for a moment, he was recognizable as the man who had laughed at Harry's parents' wedding.
Tuesday, March 15, 2011
Monday, March 14, 2011
when you utter sounds
About half of the time I wonder what went through your mind.
Like when exactly did I ask for your take on the issue or how you were doing.
I really don't care.
The babble from your mouth is completely worthless to me.
Me: He gave up pizza for lent.
Boy: Oh that is so easy for me to give up. But I gave up something blah blah blah.
I didn't ask what you gave up. Don't insinuate that I want to know or care. That is just foolish on your part.
Like when exactly did I ask for your take on the issue or how you were doing.
I really don't care.
The babble from your mouth is completely worthless to me.
Me: He gave up pizza for lent.
Boy: Oh that is so easy for me to give up. But I gave up something blah blah blah.
I didn't ask what you gave up. Don't insinuate that I want to know or care. That is just foolish on your part.
humans we are
We flail our arms up in the air
like birds preparing for flight or some
form of escape
But all we achieve is dust in our eyes,
unsettling the rocks.
Even passerbys are at risk,
our wings are musty
Their eyes are caked,
caked with all our inconceivable attempts.
Futile our attempts be, but we still try.
Try to loose this hallow ground
and spring upon the vibrating atoms in the air.
We still try.
Splat is the sound of when we break our legs.
Splat is the sound of when our legs hit the trees.
Our bruises may show but we display them proudly.
Caring not of the fallen branches nor the blood our brothers weep
we still try.
Humans we are.
like birds preparing for flight or some
form of escape
But all we achieve is dust in our eyes,
unsettling the rocks.
Even passerbys are at risk,
our wings are musty
Their eyes are caked,
caked with all our inconceivable attempts.
Futile our attempts be, but we still try.
Try to loose this hallow ground
and spring upon the vibrating atoms in the air.
We still try.
Splat is the sound of when we break our legs.
Splat is the sound of when our legs hit the trees.
Our bruises may show but we display them proudly.
Caring not of the fallen branches nor the blood our brothers weep
we still try.
Humans we are.
Saturday, March 12, 2011
Friday, March 11, 2011
Thursday, March 10, 2011
Wednesday, March 9, 2011
Highlight of My Day
Alex: I have every right to call you a cunt because:
one you're a self-righteous bitch
two you have a cunt.
So you're a fucking cunt.
He's funny. Fucking dumbass.
one you're a self-righteous bitch
two you have a cunt.
So you're a fucking cunt.
He's funny. Fucking dumbass.
Dear Stomach of Mine
I know you're hungry. I know you have been acting up and I have been very mean to you feeding you food that you cannot handle, I just ask of you to hold on for the next two weeks. After finals we can start eating healthy again. No more acid keeping the yummy food away from your mouth.
Come on stomach, I believe in you.
:)
Come on stomach, I believe in you.
:)
Monday, March 7, 2011
Saturday, March 5, 2011
stop the swings
I got to admit, this separation from skin to nail is a lil' pleasing.
Masochistic,
more like alive.
I did something wrong.
I know I did, you didn't enjoy it, it was all my fault.
Fuck the...
I don't care.
It's nice to know this is all real.
That lil pulse in my finger is true.
Don't leave. I swear this is the last time.
Throw all my tools away. Throw the last shiny blade, it's the end.
It's your fault!
I tried but you can go fuck yourself and just waste in ruin.
I love me more.
I love you, just stay.
I hate you.
Go ahead and leave.
Masochistic,
more like alive.
I did something wrong.
I know I did, you didn't enjoy it, it was all my fault.
Fuck the...
I don't care.
It's nice to know this is all real.
That lil pulse in my finger is true.
Don't leave. I swear this is the last time.
Throw all my tools away. Throw the last shiny blade, it's the end.
It's your fault!
I tried but you can go fuck yourself and just waste in ruin.
I love me more.
I love you, just stay.
I hate you.
Go ahead and leave.
Tuesday, March 1, 2011
Women and Migration In the U.S.-Mexico Borderlands
So I read this in one of my course books. The class is Chicano/Latino Studies. I found this piece to be very interesting to say the least. After The Vagina Monologues, it just disgusts me.
Under such patriarchal constraints, the body is regarded as a map: its transgressions can be read by others, and it becomes a source of betrayal if women do not control how they move or display themselves in public. Simultaneously, women's bodies are viewed as uncontrollable, subject to the whims of passion or provoking male reactions. Therefore, women's bodies should be policed and their reputations guarded.
-Patricia Zavella
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